Private world

Moving fast

I see your face in the distant past

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly



Echoes of an empty room

Assassin at the window below

The concrete jungle sleeps at night

Story ends

Leave him alone



Calling

Calling your name

All that you say goes in vain

I would like to find you

On a voyage

That could find itself true



Centre of a scene

Where a man lies dying in the sun

The concrete jungle sleeps at night

Story ends

Can't leave him alone



Calling

Calling your name

All that you say goes in vain

I would like to find you

On a voyage

That could find itself true



Private world

Moving fast

I see your face in the distant past

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly

Time passes slowly